His eyes told of something I´d yet to learn,
but my heart had always known.
His lips spoke of something I´d yet to believe,
but my soul had always dreamt of.
His hands touched something I´d yet to understand,
but my body always wanted.
His being moved something behind my walls
which made my armer fall.
His fingerprints on my skin is far from unknown…
…. I am just now remembering.
– Susn Dybvik